Date: Thu, 11 Mar 2010 18:08:18 EST
From: ldav...@hotmail.com
Subject: Car Trouble
Car Trouble by Laura Lynn Davis, F/F From: "Laura Davis"
As soon as I walk in I realize that I've picked the wrong bar. My car
died in the wrong part of town and when I discovered that my cell phone was
dead I looked around for a place where I could find a phone. There were two
bars on the block and I chose the one that looked quieter. I was two steps
inside the door when I realized it was a dyke bar.
I continued on and sat down at the bar. The bartender was a woman in her
forties with iron-gray hair and a tough no-nonsense look. I ordered
vodka/rocks and glanced around. There were maybe two dozen women in the bar, a
half-dozen of them were tough and butch, the rest were fairly ordinary.
What surprised me was the slender Latina with black hair and smooth olive
skin. She was sitting at a table in the back with a textbook propped open
in front of her. She looked like a school girl and I wondered what she was
doing in a dyke bar on the wrong side of town. She glanced up and smiled.
Then she put her pencil down and got up.
I looked away but kept track of her in the mirror. She was small and slim
and was wearing a white skinny-ribbed tank top, ragged jeans shorts, and
Nikes. She was buff, her arms and legs sleek and muscular. She stopped next
to me and said, "Hi. What brings you in here?"
I turned and smiled, trying to hide my nervousness. "My car broke down and
my cell phone's dead. I need to call triple-a." As I spoke she put her
hand on my knee and ran it slowly up my thigh. I shivered and whispered, "
Please, don't."
She grinned. "Don't what?" Her hand continued on up under my short
skirt.
I closed my eyes for a moment. "Please....."
She continued to stroke my thigh, pushing my skirt higher and higher. She
chuckled softly when she discovered that I was wearing thigh highs. Her
fingertips caressed the bare skin above my stockings. I caught her eye and
whispered, "Please stop. Please."
She shakes her head slowly. "Why? I like pretty blondes with long legs
and nice tits. Your tits are nice, aren't they?"
When I don't answer she pinches my thigh. It hurts like hell and the pain
excites me. I nod and whisper, "Yes." My eyes stay locked on hers.
Her hand is between my legs, cupping my mound. I moan and she chuckles.
"Show me."
When I don't move she pinches me again. "Show me your tits." She pinches
me twice in quick succession and the pain warms me like a strong drink. I
unbutton my blouse. I'm wearing a front-hook bra. I unsnap it and bare
my breasts. She takes a deep breath. "Oh, nice! So very nice!"
She cups my breasts and squeezes gently. "Hmmm. A nice full c-cup.
Right?"
I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks. I'm totally humiliated and I've
never been more excited! She pinches my nipples and I whimper in pain. She
leans close and kisses me on the cheek, licking my tears away. "You like
it, don't you?"
I drop my head, sobbing, and whispered, "Yes, damn you!"
She continues to fondle me. "Would you like to be stripped and whipped in
front of everyone?"
I shake my head and hiss, "No!" But we both know I'm lying. She tugs my
arm and I slide off the stool. She takes me down to the back and into a
surprisingly spacious room. There's a circular raised platform in the
center of the room. I wood post is set into the center of the platform. A
whipping post.
The women crowd into the room and fill the chairs. They watch while I'm
stripped naked. The girl, whose name is Natalia, whips me with a leather
strap - back, buttocks, and thighs. She's gagged me with my panties and one
of my stockings. It muffles my screams but they are clearly audible in the
room. I scream and beg but she continues to whip me.
She started slow, with blows I barely felt. They got harder and I felt my
skin getting warmer and warmer. I began to sweat and the blows got
harder. I heard her breathing and when I glanced over my shoulder I saw she was
sweating too. Her bronzed skin gleamed. Then I began to scream as the
pain seared through me. I begged and screamed and begged. I desperately
wanted her to stop but at the same time I was afraid that she would.
She finally stopped when I slumped against the post, hanging by my wrists.
The women got up and left. Natalia untied me and I sank down onto the
floor. She crouched and removed the stocking and pulled my panties out of my
mouth. She stood up and said, "Come and have a shower."
I followed her out through a door at the back of the room and up a flight
of stairs into a small apartment. She put the lid down on the toilet and
sat and watched me while I showered. It was an open stall shower, a big one.
I was surprised at how much I enjoyed having her watch me. When I was
done she dried me with a big soft towel and then had me sit astride the
toilet while she dried my hair with a blow drier.
When we left the bathroom I saw my clothes had been folded and brought up
to the apartment. Natalia took my hand and led me into the bedroom. I sat
on the edge of the bed and watched her put on a strap-on dildo. "What's
your name?"
"Allison. But everyone calles me Allie."
As she approached the bed I stretched out and spread my legs. I stared at
the ceiling while she fucked me. I came twice, whimpering and moaning as
my orgasms built. I screamed with pleasure each time I came. When it was
over she made me lick the dildo clean. It was deliciously humiliating!
Later, I put my clothes on and called triple-a. Natalia walked out and
waited with me until they came and started my car. I drove home and told my
husband that the car had broken down and I'd had to wait for triple-a. I
stared at the ceiling while he fucked me. I didn't come. He pulled out
just as he came and shot his sperm over my belly and breasts.
I waited until he fell asleep. Then I put on a one of his long t-shirts
that fit me like I dress. I wrote a note to tell him I was leaving. I
went downstairs and called Natalia. I'd memorized her phone number while I was
calling triple-a. When she answered I said, "It's Allie. Come and get
me if you want me." I gave her the address and hung up before she
answered.
I went outside and sat on the steps. The door had locked behind me and I
had no way of getting back inside. Fifteen minutes later a blue Mustang
pulled up in front of the house. I walked down to the curb. Natalia smiled
at me as I peeled the t-shirt off and tossed it back toward the house. I
got in and curled up on the seat.
Natalia ran her fingers through my hair. "Do you have any conditions?"
I shook my head. "No, none. I'm yours."
She took me back to the apartment over the bar and fucked my brains out.
Shortly after dawn I crawled to her on my belly and licked her feet in
submission. I promised to be a good slave. She promised me pain,
humiliation and endless orgasms.
We've kept our promises and we're both content.